Who did not have a list in a bucket…
“Bucket list” is one of those overused terms that gets my teeth all gnashy. If anyone asks me what’s on mine, I will get annoyed, guaranteed.
Because you can’t have ordinary things on this list, no. Hope I die before I’m in full-blown Alzheimer’s. Hope I can afford decent medical care from now until then. Hope I don’t ever get in another car accident.
No no, those are all wrong. I’m supposed to want things like exploring the Amazon in a canoe. Or ziplining across Niagara Falls. Or having sex on top of Mt. Everest. Bleh. No thanks.
I have dissed travel before (hard to get that excited about waking up with a migraine in a new city and deliberately putting myself in a pile of known and unknown triggers), but it’s not like I’m adamantly opposed to it in all cases. I would like to visit Boston, Maine, London, Athens, etc. Probably won’t. Because travel is way too expensive. This doesn’t break my heart or anything. I just don’t care that much. A lot of things would be “nice” that I’m not going to have or do. I try to be happy with what I do have and can do.
Bucket lists are cool for peeps who have more resourses, I guess. I don’t see the point in having a fantasy list floating around to remind me of stuff not likely to happen. I’ve always had romance novels at hand for that purpose anyway. Let’s face it: the odds of my being able to afford a luxury Mediterranean cruise are about the same as my odds of encountering a duke masquerading as a pirate who falls madly in love with me. I realize that not taking the cruise further lowers my odds of meeting the pirate duke, but hey that’s life.
When it comes down to it, after a certain level of comfort, such as hot tea and hot showers available to me on demand, and the blow money to order fancy $12 socks off Amazon a couple times per month, I don’t pine away for stuff. I understand that I’m pretty damn lucky to have what I have, and possibly this bucket list bs seems to be saying, nah girl, you need to dream bigger! You need to want more things! You’re a shitty consumer! K.
What if I won the lottery? After setting up my kids, I’d buy a big house and rescue a whole bunch of kittehs. I’d hire some dude to build one of those carpeted cat tunnel fun thingers that go around the ceiling, down the steps, etc., for the kittehs to romp around in. Maybe tunnel maker guy would be a duke fallen on hard times, idk. Don’t care. KITTEHS!